| Broke niggas make the best crooks
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| Ya best look
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| Over your shoulder
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| If you’s a Highroller
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| (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks)
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| (broke mutha fuckas they make the best crooks)
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| Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*
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| Let’s see how your vest look
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| See if it fits ya
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| Picture four hideous hustlas
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| Quick to lick the silliest bustas
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| I played the roll
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| And ready to fold
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| Fix bitches in gold
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| Is a no-no
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| Livin low like De La Soul
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| It’s the «O»
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| And the folks don’t understand
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| Yes you can
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| Rush, shake the van
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| And catch the Ice Cream Man
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| They know me
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| As the loyal citizen
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| The boy who visited
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| Hot
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| But on the spot
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| I’m more chillier than Dennis-in
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| Finishin up my zip
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| Quick to make my grip
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| You fuck around and get licked
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| By the Luni click
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| So that means bitches can’t fade me
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| Fuck lobster
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| I’m fuckin up yo monkey like the monsta on Aliens
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| I got work
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| Someone told Knumskullin
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| Rollin
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| Four man deep
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| In a stolen jeep
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| Wit heat
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| Keep the space between niggas and me ever
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| What? |
| Ballin outta control!!!
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| Nah, petty theivin
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| Leavin no evidence or clues
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| Bitch you gets a date wit yo moms
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| But you gets robbed by the Luniz fool
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| If I was a bum
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| I’d be straight to ride out
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| Fuck a piece of the pie
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| I take the whole cake and sky out
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| Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)*
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| Knuckle Head
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| Fool wit that master plan
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| Yeah
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| Got my Glock caulked
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| Wit my yay in my hand
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| Understand
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| I’m bigger than
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| Fourth indo man
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| That rappin nigga also known as Mr. Window Man
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| Cuz when I roll
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| Nigga I rolls deep
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| I be killin mutha fuckas in they sleep
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| So punk P!
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| The situation is I skipped it
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| No set trip
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| Got the Glock caulked
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| Keepin the tech on the hip
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| Like a pro
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| Deep up on the slope
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| Pick up the pace
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| Wit no time to waste
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| Put my gun to his fuckin face
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| Action-packed wit my shit
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| It’s the poetry
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| Kickin this psycho shit
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| Wit my click
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| So you knows of me
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| It’s goin down
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| I’m all about my mail
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| Wit my g’s
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| Flipped from keys
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| Equals dope I’m a sale
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| Client-tell
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| Got me on top wit raps a crook
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| But all you ever get
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| Is cum in yo little lungs
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| So mutha fuckas took they last look
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| (I'm broke, I’m sellin check books)
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| Cuz broke niggas make the best crooks
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| Eh bail, look who that? |
| Who the fuck is that?
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| You’re cocaine, give it to me. |
| Now!
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| What the fuck you? |
| You must be snortin some shit or something
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| (What the fuck is that?!)
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| Let’s go turn off all the lights
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| And make it seem like no ones home
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| Niggas comin from the Eastside
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| Bout to hoo ride and get stole
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| Verse 3 *(Eclipse)*
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| See the whole thang was a plot
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| Cuz that bitch you got, she gave me the scoop
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| 12 o’clock
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| Lexus coupe
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| Fill it up wit hella loot
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| Since your neighbors are all in my business
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| You niggas don’t need to know who the fuck this is
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| Juss throw on a ski mask
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| And then I dash
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| This my last visit
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| And then I’m outtie
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| 350 prob’ley
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| You niggas scared
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| Don’t stop me
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| I’m a pro
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| When it comes to gangsta robberies
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| The Paraphanalia
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| The niggas
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| The killas
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| The Mobb
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| The riggas
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| The skrilla
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| The dealas is doin they job
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| Eclipse
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| Keeps clips
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| (So don’t you make 'em wanna blast nigga)
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| I’d rather jack yo ass nigga
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| Than be a broke ass nigga
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| Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*
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| Dope fiends in the kitchen
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| Smokin on a pipe
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| Hustlas on the corner
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| Shootin dice
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| All of my folks in jail
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| Raisin hell
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| Got bitches on the whole stroll
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| Sellin fruit cocktales
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| To clock mail
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| Fuck pimps
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| Ballas
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| Shot callas
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| All of us gots to get our money on
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| Oakland be’s no joke
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| It ain’t no mutha fuckin funny bone
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| Sky out to your Honey Comb Hideout
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| Money gone!
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| Pullin capers on fakes
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| Erase your papers like white out
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| Ain’t no tryouts
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| Or basketball sports
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| Juss a crazy horse
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| My four-fifth strapped when shootin craps on the porch
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| Back and fourth
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| Like Cameo
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| I’m always Death Row
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| Even though I try
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| I can’t let go
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| Like Mariah
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| Carry the four-fiver
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| To blow shit up like Maguyver
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| Me be steadily Mobbin an robbin a cab driver
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| Either be a broke ass
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| No cash
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| Havin your doe on
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| I float on
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| Break more niggas than Ozone
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| What
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| Really goes on
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| Hops
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| The props I must
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| Clock
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| Hearin no Glock
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| Will have that ass holdin like buckshots
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| Fuck cops
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| I post on the block slangin crack-noid
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| Avoid being broke
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| I’m tradin places wit Dan Akroyd |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broke Niggaz (featuring Knucklehead and Eclipse), artist - Luniz. Album song Operation Stackola, in the genre Поп